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by OhHeyItsJillian

by OhHeyItsJillian

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Karter's POV

I'd just finished editing the two videos I just filmed when Sam came in.

"Hey, we are all going out. Wanna join?" He smiled. I smile back, "I'd love to but I got to edit and post." I lied straight through my teeth. I feel so guilty.

He nodded, shutting the door back. I started processing the cuts video on YouTube so I'll be able to post it in about 15 minutes. It shouldn't take too long, seeing as it's a short video.

I walked into my bathroom, grabbing a razor. I smashed it, grabbing one of the small blades out. I sit on the floor, leaning against the wall.

I run the sharp blade over my thigh, pressing down. Allowing the memories to run back in, I start on my second line.

It's too late when I realize the blood coming out faster than it should. I sigh, staring blankly at the puddle forming from my wound.

"You're doing it wrong," I mumble to myself, grinning at my dry since of humor. "If you're trying to kill yourself, cut vertically. They can't stitch it up." I quote Tate from American Horror Story.

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Not knowing how long I've been out, I snap up. I lean all of my weight down on my left leg, seeing as I cut on my right. I search for the large bandages, dragging blood through the hallway and all over my room.

I finally find a first aid kit and drag myself back to my bedroom, shutting the door and plopping down in the floor. I dump the contents out, finding a needle and stitching string. I grab one of my old shirts, biting down on it. I pull the needle through my skin, screaming into the shirt.

'Stay awake, Karter. Stay awake. You can't die yet.' I think to myself, repeating the words. I hear the front door open and close, followed by laughter. "A little longer," I mumble to myself.

I start stitching again, screaming into the shirt, hoping it silenced the pain filled cry.

"Don't let them see you like this," I mumble, preparing myself to continue.

A few minutes later, someone bursts through my door. I ignore them, hoping I'm just hallucinating. I pull the needle through again, almost finished. The person yanks the needle out of my hand, taking the string with it. Meaning my cut is now wide open, again.

"Idiot," I scream, just before passing out.

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"Mmm," I hum, running my tongue over my extremely dry lips. I open my eyes, hearing someone cry. Not knowing who it is, I just speak. "I sure as hell hope whoever is crying, it ain't because of me," I sigh, running my fingers through the person's hair, realizing it's Samuel's.

When he hugs me, I don't hesitate returning it. I just got so close to death I could've kissed it.

"Why?" Sam asks, still crying. "Guess you'll have to watch this weeks video." I joke, trying to get him to smile, which I do. I look over, seeing a snoring Colby upside down on the couch.

"Sammy, will you go do the discharge stuff?" I look at him. He nods, walking out the door.

Once the door is shut back, I move my legs to the side of the bed. I wince, pain shooting through my thigh. I stare at Colby for a few minutes, before grabbing a piece of ice and throw it at his head. Score!

He looks up at me, instantly walking up to me. He stands in front of me, cupping my face in his hand. He kisses me softly, "Please don't ever do that again." He whispers, a tear falling. I wipe it for him, nodding.

He helps me get dressed back in my regular clothes, but ones that aren't filled with blood. He slips my shorts on as Sam comes in with a wheel chair. I limp over, not wanting any more help. I can't stand this. I can't stand them taking care of me as if I'm some child.

I look down at the bandage on my thigh, ashamed, while the nurse explains to the boys on how to change it.

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Once we get home, Colby scoops me out of the car bridal style. He carries me up the stairs to my room, but when he walks towards it, I shake my head. He gets the hint and takes me into his room, lying me down.

He climbs in bed with me, we both fall asleep without saying a word.